The Aftermath: Celebrations & Emotional Moments

Wembley Belongs to Bradford

The final whistle pierced through the air like a thunderclap.

For a second—just a second—there was silence.

And then, Wembley exploded.

The Bradford fans—who had spent the last 120 minutes living on the edge of heartbreak—erupted into a frenzy.

Scarves flew into the air. Flares lit up the stands in claret and amber. Thousands of voices merged into one deafening roar.

Bradford City were going up.

On the pitch, players dropped to their knees, overwhelmed.

Min-jae, who had given everything, collapsed onto his back, staring up at the sky.

Carter sprinted toward Okafor, tackling him in celebration.

Silva stood frozen for a moment, hands on his head, before letting out a scream of pure emotion.

Novak?

He was still running, shirtless, arms stretched wide, roaring toward the crowd.

Jake stood near the touchline, watching it all unfold.

For a moment, he didn't move.